When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Когда меня грызет тяжелая тоска,
Я к озеру иду, ложусь на берегу.
Нарядный селезень скользит по водной глади,
Неподалеку, в камышах, большая цапля бродит.
Меня манит покой простых созданий;
Они не знают, что такое – терзать себя предчувствием беды.
Передо мною тихая вода,
А в небе бледных звезд дневные призраки,
Что свет свой берегут до ночи.
На время на меня нисходят умиротворение и свобода..
(с) W. Berry
“From the first time we touched with our eyes
Only magic could take away my heart
I am always afraid for my heart
So lay beside me now and tell me lies, sweet lies
As long as it’s not about love
Shall we sail off the edge of the world
Fall forever and never look behind
But I must keep my heart from my mind
Lay beside me now and tell me lies
As long as it’s not about love
Oh the last time we touched with our eyes
And the magic was stronger than the heart
Oh I can’t run away with my heart
So lay beside me now and tell me lies
As long as they’re not about love
Shall we sail off the edge of the world
Fall forever
Take my heart away but, no
You can’t say words about love
If the magic comes between us
And we never meet again
Take a part of me away
‘Cause maybe it’s all about love, love” ©
 "DzhamukhaD")